my tongue over the front sights. I press my thumb and forefinger over the secondary safety and press the right amount of pressure on the trigger. This could be it. The final one tenth of pressure I need to end this hell.
The familiar pant.
He trots up to me and licks my face. King. My best friend. King.
I release the hammer slowly. Not tonight. Not quite yet.
She’s staring at me with rage again. Contempt. Anger. It makes my dick hard as it always does.
“Where’s your wedding ring?”
“What do you care?”
“We were married. I put that ring on your finger.”
She smiles and it is evil. It is contempt. It fuels me with rage and desire.
“I pushed it up my pussy. I pushed it as far as I could. I came hard fingering it up. My slit was wet, oh my god. It was so wet. I just pushed it up there as far as I could.”
“You’re a sick cunt.”
“And I let him suck it out. I told him it was in there. He sucked and sucked. He licked and pulled on my pussy so hard. I can come right now thinking about it.”
“You’re a rotten filthy cunt.”
“Oh yeah baby. It makes me hot thinking about it. He sucked it right out of my pussy.”
“And what did he do with it?”
“I gave it to him. A gift for making me cum so hard, baby.”
I walk over and reach inside my vest. Feel the .45 auto. Maybe just put a slug in the whore. End it now. Get it over with. I walk back and look at her lying there. I might as well fuck her one last time if I’m going to do it.
“I will kill you, cunt. Not now. But I will kill you and haunt your filthy soul.”
“Bring it baby. Bring it. I just want you back inside me.”
I take her hard and drive it deep into her with fury. With anger. We fuck hard and violent. After I shoot I keep pumping. I don’t go soft for her. Never have. I pump her slower. Almost like love making. An hour later she cums again. She falls asleep and I keep pumping her. Little drunken snores. And I finally collapse in a heap of sweat. I can’t cum again. I think of rolling her over and fucking her ass. She likes it. She can take it up the ass hard and come just as hard. I decide I don’t care anymore. Don’t need to come again. Don’t even want to. I roll off of her. She wakes from her little drunken fuck nap.
“Mmmmm. Couldn’t nut again?” She giggles. “Fuck me in the ass. You’ll nut in my tight ass.”
I reach under the bed as she lights a cigarette. Grab my 8 inch Buck knife. Maybe stab her in the neck. I wipe my dick off with a towel. I’m still hard. I pull my jeans on, my boots, and grab my jacket.
“That was good, baby….sorry I fell asleep. I came hard the second time.”
She pats the bed.
“Come on. Come fuck my ass, baby.”
“Nah. Had enough slut on my dick for one day.” I smile.
She pouts. Thick sweet red lips. Long thin limbs, small perky breasts. Bright apricot colored nipples. Her long torso and neatly shaved pussy. Tiny pussy. Shapely ass. Too big for that skinny and long frame. That’s what made it so irresistible.
I strap on the shoulder holster and throw on the leather vest cut over my jacket. Slide my knife into the sheath.
“Come on, baby. Don’t go.” She pouts more.
And I want to fuck her again but it hurts too much.
I walk out as I hear a vase smash against the wall.
I stop.
“Get the fuck out of here! Fuck you. I gave my ass to all your friends!”
I finger the silenced .45 auto in my holster and walk to my Harley.
On the bike and ride.
Ride to a warm place.
Burning hot
Warm
Calm
Fire
Whiskey
Drink in deep. Drink it warm. Go away die.
Go away kill
Go away stab
Away fight
Warmth
Drink
Deeply
God of comfort
Refuge
Tree planted by the water
Whiskey in a warm place
So many times I had dreamt of and planned my death. I had nestled, kissed, and caressed the thoughts in my mind. Over and over I made love to these images in my head. The cold barrel in my mouth, the taste of gun oil. The lovely click and roll of the cylinder.
The familiar pant.
He trots up to me and licks my face. King. My best friend. King.
I release the hammer slowly. Not tonight. Not quite yet.
She’s staring at me with rage again. Contempt. Anger. It makes my dick hard as it always does.
“Where’s your wedding ring?”
“What do you care?”
“We were married. I put that ring on your finger.”
She smiles and it is evil. It is contempt. It fuels me with rage and desire.
“I pushed it up my pussy. I pushed it as far as I could. I came hard fingering it up. My slit was wet, oh my god. It was so wet. I just pushed it up there as far as I could.”
“You’re a sick cunt.”
“And I let him suck it out. I told him it was in there. He sucked and sucked. He licked and pulled on my pussy so hard. I can come right now thinking about it.”
“You’re a rotten filthy cunt.”
“Oh yeah baby. It makes me hot thinking about it. He sucked it right out of my pussy.”
“And what did he do with it?”
“I gave it to him. A gift for making me cum so hard, baby.”
I walk over and reach inside my vest. Feel the .45 auto. Maybe just put a slug in the whore. End it now. Get it over with. I walk back and look at her lying there. I might as well fuck her one last time if I’m going to do it.
“I will kill you, cunt. Not now. But I will kill you and haunt your filthy soul.”
“Bring it baby. Bring it. I just want you back inside me.”
I take her hard and drive it deep into her with fury. With anger. We fuck hard and violent. After I shoot I keep pumping. I don’t go soft for her. Never have. I pump her slower. Almost like love making. An hour later she cums again. She falls asleep and I keep pumping her. Little drunken snores. And I finally collapse in a heap of sweat. I can’t cum again. I think of rolling her over and fucking her ass. She likes it. She can take it up the ass hard and come just as hard. I decide I don’t care anymore. Don’t need to come again. Don’t even want to. I roll off of her. She wakes from her little drunken fuck nap.
“Mmmmm. Couldn’t nut again?” She giggles. “Fuck me in the ass. You’ll nut in my tight ass.”
I reach under the bed as she lights a cigarette. Grab my 8 inch Buck knife. Maybe stab her in the neck. I wipe my dick off with a towel. I’m still hard. I pull my jeans on, my boots, and grab my jacket.
“That was good, baby….sorry I fell asleep. I came hard the second time.”
She pats the bed.
“Come on. Come fuck my ass, baby.”
“Nah. Had enough slut on my dick for one day.” I smile.
She pouts. Thick sweet red lips. Long thin limbs, small perky breasts. Bright apricot colored nipples. Her long torso and neatly shaved pussy. Tiny pussy. Shapely ass. Too big for that skinny and long frame. That’s what made it so irresistible.
I strap on the shoulder holster and throw on the leather vest cut over my jacket. Slide my knife into the sheath.
“Come on, baby. Don’t go.” She pouts more.
And I want to fuck her again but it hurts too much.
I walk out as I hear a vase smash against the wall.
I stop.
“Get the fuck out of here! Fuck you. I gave my ass to all your friends!”
I finger the silenced .45 auto in my holster and walk to my Harley.
On the bike and ride.
Ride to a warm place.
Burning hot
Warm
Calm
Fire
Whiskey
Drink in deep. Drink it warm. Go away die.
Go away kill
Go away stab
Away fight
Warmth
Drink
Deeply
God of comfort
Refuge
Tree planted by the water
Whiskey in a warm place
So many times I had dreamt of and planned my death. I had nestled, kissed, and caressed the thoughts in my mind. Over and over I made love to these images in my head. The cold barrel in my mouth, the taste of gun oil. The lovely click and roll of the cylinder.
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